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Reality Rears Its Ugly Head

Reality Rears Its Ugly Head

the coronet in greenport

Generally speaking, I spend most of my riding time riding alone. That means when I stop somewhere for a bite to eat because I’m not wrapped-up in talking to anyone, I often find myself eavesdropping on the conversations around me. I’m always curious about people and what makes them tick so for better or worse, it’s a simple pleasure.

counter service at the coronet

On Sunday I sat at a diner counter, having breakfast. There were two couples to my right talking among themselves. I overheard one of the men say “when I get back to reality tomorrow,” referring to going back to the office.

poles on the ferry dock greenport

Reality. How did this happen? How is going back to work our reality and the fun stuff outside of it something else?

As a little experiment on Monday, in my journal I wrote a line for each hour I estimated I would be awake for the day. The plan was to write something, anything, I was happy about, that I saw as positive, that made me feel good in each hour line. Nothing necessarily huge, it might be something as simple as I read a great article. Something positive, each hour.

When I came home from work, I realized that there were gaping holes of time in my journal page. Somewhere between “had a great ride in to the office” and “delicious fruit smoothie for lunch” then again between that same fruit smoothie and “beautiful weather on the ride home” followed by “great walk with Chloe and Lilo,” time disappeared. Nothing written. My problem area is when I’m at work. Wouldn’t you say?

My perspective needs to change for the sake of my sanity. I’ll give it another whirl today and see what happens. I need to change my view of reality.

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the world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them.



I’ve Gotta Bring My Own Sunshine

I’ve Gotta Bring My Own Sunshine

Hello, from foggy Long Island.

For the past few months I’ve followed up with doctors on some nagging issues. Yesterday, my blood work pointed out that I have a serious vitamin D deficiency. I always knew working in an office was bad for me.

One of the symptoms of vitamin D deficiency is a “down-in-the-dumps” mood. Unfortunately this is something I’ve dealt with for what seems like my whole adult life. I am often… prickly, shall we say? So me feeling out of whack hasn’t been a shock or anything. It has come and gone in cycles for as long as I can remember. But, over the last year there have been some exceptionally dark moments, maybe my low-D isn’t helping.

So, I’ve got my fingers crossed for a mild winter. Can I take in a bunch of vitamin D through my faceshield?  I think wind therapy could help my case. I’ll be stuffing my gob full of vitamins and hoping for brighter days.

I’ve gotta bring my own sunshine.

The Illusion of Safety

The Illusion of Safety

It’s funny how you can become fixated on the potential for things to go wrong at a particular time. You look at the situation and place some type of possible danger-score on it and tread lightly or carefully. Maybe that keeps mishap at bay. Or maybe whatever is going to happen is beyond your control anyway. Are there unseen forces at the helm of the ship? Who knows?

Now, I’m not afraid of this type of riding, in fact I like it. Dirt roads grant you a view of something you just can’t see from its paved brother. But to me, the Tiger doesn’t feel as sure-footed as other street bikes I’ve ridden on gravel roads. It could be in my head because it carries its weight up high and I’m always aware of its heft – but the Tiger never feels… “good,” on this type of road. It’s not the big girl’s wheelhouse.

While riding here, I kept thinking that if I had a whoopsie on a road like this it might be a little while until help came along. Thankfully nothing out of the ordinary happened and I was fine. I just took in the farmland and the sunshine and went about my day.

But you know? It’s when you’re on autopilot in seemingly innocuous situations that things go pear-shaped. Two days later? I tipped over in a parking lot.

The illusion of safety.

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